The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
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"I have won!" he said quietly. "But you owe me nothing, my dear
Viscount, inasmuch as you risked--Nothing! We played this game simply
for fun. If souls had any existence of course I should claim yours;--I
wonder what I should do with it by the way!" He laughed good-humouredly.
"What nonsense, isn't it!--and how thankful we ought to be that we live
in advanced days like the present, when such silly superstitions are
being swept aside by the march of progress and pure Reason! Good-night!
Tempest and I will give you, your full revenge to-morrow,--the luck is
sure to change by then, and you will probably have the victory.
Again--good-night!"
He held out his hand,--there was a peculiar melting tenderness in his
brilliant dark eyes,--an impressive kindness in his manner. Something--I
could not tell what--held us all for the moment spellbound as if by
enchantment, and several of the players at other tables, hearing of the
eccentric stake that had been wagered and lost, looked over at us
curiously from a distance. Viscount Lynton, however, professed himself
immensely diverted, and shook Lucio's proffered hand heartily.
"You are an awfully good fellow!" he said, speaking a little thickly and
hurriedly--"And I assure you seriously if I had a soul I should be very
glad to part with it for a thousand pounds at the present moment. The
soul wouldn't be an atom of use to me and the thousand pounds would. But
I feel convinced I shall win to-morrow!"
"I am equally sure you will!" returned Lucio affably, "In the meantime,
you will not find my friend here, Geoffrey Tempest, a hard creditor,--he
can afford to wait. But in the case of the lost soul,"--here he paused,
looking straight into the young man's eyes,--"of course _I_ cannot
afford to wait!"
The Viscount smiled vaguely at this pleasantry, and almost immediately
afterwards left the club. As soon as the door had closed behind him,
several of the gamesters exchanged sententious nods and glances.
"Ruined!" said one of them in a _sotto-voce_.
"His gambling debts are more than he can ever pay"--added another--"And
I hear he has lost a clear fifty thousand on the turf."